[ Full marks for stubborn bravery, here. Full marks for sass. He loves the effort to be a pain in the ass, he won't even riff off this skeleton of a boy calling anybody overfed. He could really give Harrow a run for her money, and she is the most distilled necromancer he's ever met. She's nothing but bird bones and willpower.

He really shouldn't let them meet. Good to know that, now. ]

So I'm not even the destination... just a pit stop along the way. Wrong turn, in this case.

[ It's getting less cute, the kid's insistence that God is inconveniencing him by being too thoroughly trespassed upon. This room is sacred, showerheads and all: this place is the cradle of a civilization. It shouldn't get trampled through for a gift shop. ]

It's polite to give a guy a heads-up before you drop in for a visit, you know.